I would gladly shatter this glass.
Release me from this tension,
Take this weight off my heart.
Gladly smash it against a stone,
A wall, a brick, anything.
I must,
I must,
I must.
But my fingers,
My fingers, they're latched
Around this glass.
Oh, why must they taunt me?
I would gladly throw this glass;
Release my anger.
Watch it shatter, watch it break,
Into a million shards,
Of utter relief.
My hand holds it tight,
My arm as stiff as ever,
Clutching onto this glass,
This glass that will break me for sure.
Oh why can I not break this glass?
I must.
I must.
I can't.